I'm runnin' through the forestWith this wolf at my heelsMy king is lost at midnightWhen the tower bells pealWe've got no fairytale endingIn God's hands our fate is completeYour heaven's here in my heartOur love's this dust beneath my feetJust this dust beneath my feetIf I'm gonna liveI'll life my lifeDarlin' to you

"There are only two ways to live your life . One is as though nothing is a miracle, The other is as though everything is a miracle"Albert Einstein

The Miracle Of Birth

The Jackson family lost their beautiful girl Lucy to a tragic accident. Now they welcome baby Peter into their family. Isn't he divine?

The Miracle Of Rebirth

Just short months ago Nie was badly burnt in the horrible plane crash that injured her Mr. Nielson and killed a family friend. Now she is writing this, and that is a miracle.I love you Nie

I remember as our plane violently crashed to the ground, I tucked my head down on my knees and prayed. I was not alone then. I felt rather calm in a very troubled moment which seemed to last forever. The plane whistled fast downward and in my head I saw my children. I saw them laughing and smiling. It was touching in such a dramatic time yet another peaceful reminder that I was not alone then, and certainly not now.I am grateful for my relationship with my Maker. He has preserved my life, given me a second chance and presented me with new challenges that I am ready to face here on this beautiful earth. All that I am is for my children and for my husband but espcially to my Father in heaven. I am trying to live selfless in a selfish world and it is hard, espcially when I'm the one with the problems.I feel your thoughts and prayers and I certainly know I am never, ever alone.Thank you.- Stephanie Nielson

Bruce. We danced to him last night in the dining room, Mr. Moon and I. Bruce has been making me dance and weep and laugh and wonder for so many years. Thank-you for that one. I'd never seen it.And thank-you for the stories and pictures of miracles. I completely agree with the Einstein quote. It's all miracles.

What a beautiful post -- I have been following Nie for a while and am always amazed at her grace and beauty. It's really so inspiring. Thanks, too, for the Bruce video. I'm going to see him next week here in Los Angeles -- can't wait...

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Someone may have stolen your dream when it was young and fresh and you were innocent. Anger is natural. Grief is appropriate. Healing is mandatory. Restoration is possible. -Jane Rubietta

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